Page 140 of Renard's Deliverance

“You’re the Principal! Can’t you just punish me without getting my father involved?”

“I’m not sure. Why would I do that?” he asked, pulling back and staring down at her red ass.

Everyone was staring at her red ass.

So she gave it a bit of a wiggle.

Hey. She was a people pleaser.

Smack!

“Stay still.”

Party pooper.

“What will your father do once he’s heard that you let some strange boy put his hand up your skirt and play with your wet pussy?” he demanded.

Dear Lord.

Why was that such a turn on? It shouldn’t be, right? But she could feel her clit throbbing, wetness gathering between her legs.

And she wanted more.

“Please don’t do that, Sir. Please just punish me yourself!”

“Oh, I’m going to punish you,” he promised. “But you’re gonna have to do something for me to get me to be quiet.”

She tensed.

“Easy, Gem,” he murmured, moving himself so his body covered her, his hands resting on the desk. “If there’s anything you don’t want to do, you use your safeword.”

Cool.

Because she hadn’t actually talked to him about blow jobs.

As in . . . she hated giving them.

As in . . . she didn’t think she could give one without thinking of Stefan. Without every bastard she’d ever been with getting into her head.

“Well, girl?” he demanded, stepping back. “Just what are you going to do for me?”

“What do you want, Sir?” she asked.

“I want what that boy had. I want my fingers deep in that pretty, wet pussy.”

“Please, Sir! You can’t!” she cried.

“I can if you don’t want me to call your father.”

“All right, Sir. I’ll take my punishment.”

You need to be punished,Opal.

Dirty.

Slut.

“You will.”

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